WHAT IS WRONG?
by John T. Baker
When you're weary of women 
	and wary of wine
And you seldom seek solace in song,
When you stop to reflect, 
	then you start to suspect
There is something that's terribly wrong.

When your friends disappear 
	and it's harder to hear
And the laughs never last quite as long,
When accounts of each feat 
	you repeat and repeat,
It's apparent that something is wrong.

When the deeds you have done 
	are no longer much fun
And the craving for comfort grows strong,
When you vow not to fret 
	but you always forget,
Then you wonder whatever is wrong.

When those sweet melodies 
	are but mute memories
And you brood about tales never told,
Then the answer, my friend, 
	you at last comprehend  --
What is wrong is that now you are old.